"Why would I... need a witch delivered?" He turns around and looks for someone to answer his considerable number of questions. "Don't witches have, uh, legs? I mean, how do they get around, if they don't?"
Archie pauses and reads the flyer, his grin increasing with each of the footnotes. He starts to chuckle to himself as a devious idea comes to him . . .
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Max stares at the flyer.
"Why would I... need a witch delivered?" He turns around and looks for someone to answer his considerable number of questions. "Don't witches have, uh, legs? I mean, how do they get around, if they don't?"
And then it occurs to him: Ohhhhh. Brooms!
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